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What was your reason for killing them?

Think about it, what if all seven brothers who symbolized sin were killed?

"There's going to be a way, okay, opal? Mo Shi took a deep breath, "Why don't you want to stop? What if you get enough of seven, it's not a collection game, what can you get out of it?"

Collect games.

An inexplicable phrase.

But Opal was already familiar with him, and he had passed the stage of raising eyebrows and being surprised by the gibberish, and getting to the bottom of it.

So he just watched him quietly, letting a sad smile appear on his face.

"What do you get out of what you've done to bring churches and destroy people who are already oppressed?" Opal asked, "Why do you accuse me?"

Mo Shi heard his vicious tone, cold and angry: "Yes, I am not nobler than you! But do you know what I can gain by doing this? I can gain the king's trust and appreciation—as long as I stay here, and tell him which lords' sons have extraordinary relations with each other, and tell him which ones form cliques and which ones are ridiculed—as long as I do so, I will get more bargaining chips, and when I bow down before him, others will bow down to me...... Yes, that's it. ”

Opal's brow furrowed.

"I didn't know you were such a person. ”

How's it going?, Mo Shi asked hoarsely.

"You're not that kind of person. Opal repeated, "You like libraries and herbaries, you don't like politics and law classes, you don't like crowds." ”

"I don't think you like to kill, and kill so many. Mo Shi let out a long sigh, "Don't discuss me." We need to talk about you now. To get back to that question, what do you get by killing seven people?"

He felt like they were having a seminar or a debate rather than talking about a case — even when one of them was playing the role of a murderer and the other of them was a police officer.

However, the feeling of thorns tangled in the heart muscle always reminds Mo Shi.

Reminds him of what exactly they are talking about.

"Revenge doesn't need a reason. Opal replied, pointing to the tank, "And the seven are warnings, and the will of God is restored." Five, six, neither. ”

"You want to make those who do evil fear, afraid, and I," said Moshi, summoning all his arrogance, "what I'm doing is to make the students of this place never take pride in bullying in the future." Labor pains are temporary, and the pain of the 'cursed brother' is less than that of the Inquisition—but, again, they play a role in this. ”

Opal was stunned.

But apparently, opal has not thought about this question.

He closed his eyes and swallowed the surging emotions.

"You're a strange man, Moshi. He frowned tightly, the tips of his ears slowly erected, and his body trembled slightly, "You don't seem to have real emotions." ”

"What?"

"You're like...... It's like you're not here, you know?" he suddenly regained his expression, "No, it doesn't have to be this way, it doesn't have to be this way. We don't have to treat each other like that. ”

Then, Opal snapped his eyes open. His pupils erect into ferocious predators.

Something rushed towards Mo Shi's face.

No, it's spilled.

It was a potion with a pungent smell.

It was some kind of herbal juice that was originally installed in a small medicine bottle......

He raised his hand, but it was too late to cast the spell. And then it can't be released again.

He felt his limbs rapidly lose sensation.

"It's too late," he looked at Opal, the figure and voice of the young man swaying in front of him, "the sixth and seventh, they are from the Blue Temple, they are already ......"

In what place?

Moshi blinked his eyes vigorously, but he found himself on his knees, and it was the weightlessness of his body that prevented him from hearing the words, and his eyelids were so heavy.

"Mo Shi, you have a lot of insight into herbalism. Sometimes you know how to extract the essence of plants and plants better than a doctor of herbs, you are especially interested in psychedelics, but you are very cautious, and your compassion for the animals is simply strange to me - if you, like me, dare to try to 'get drunk' with a sheep, a horse, or even a man! You will know how useful your potions are, no, how brilliant they are. ”

What he is alluding to is already very clear.

Mo Shi felt his stomach fall heavily, as if swallowing a cold boulder.

“...... This explains why your actions are so smooth. He wasn't sure if he was talking or just thinking, he didn't know, "I noticed from the beginning that the scene of the crime was always clean as if there had been no fight, and I guessed that the murderer was strong enough to kill him with a single blow...... Or they're so careful that they can always deal with all the clues - and the truth is, there's really no fighting. ”

Opal crouched down beside him.

The edelweiss chirped in confusion.

"I know you won't want to hear me thank you. The young man's palms shrouded his eyes, obscuring his vision and brushing down his eyelids. It was the doctor's hand, and it smelled of herbs.

He didn't feel upset.

He had nothing to say.

No, he still has a lot to say. There is still a myriad of confusion and incomprehension.

No, he understood. Moshi understands Opal Zirconium, his desire for revenge, and his motives for killing. Moshi, on the other hand, needs to be understood, to be understood his ideas, his vision of the world, and as a person who knows how historical evolution works, what he sees with his eyes is different.

He wants Opal to know what the better options are and where the better path is.

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In Moshi's memory, he once held a "movie night" with an eccentric young man (a young man with his hair highlighted in a pinch of blue). That should have been his student days.

They may be roommates, or they may be members of some school club.

For a while, they searched for war films to watch and appreciate, from the ancient Greek "Trojan War" to the regional war after World War II "Midtime War", to the "destruction of Eden" generation story "On the Wasteland" caused by World War V.

They sit in cramped independent film rooms and talk about opinions without inhibition.

At first they talked about history, then they talked about politics, then they talked about human nature, and in short, they were free and unscrupulous.

"Man is allowed to kill only in war. How so?"

"Because human society has been prescribed in this way since ancient times, it is stipulated that people within the group can kill those who cause harm to the group. Mo Shi replied.

"So you think it's the 'rules' that work?"

"Yes. ”

"Makes sense. "So the concept of 'murder' is guilty, and this concept is slowly being constructed." The ancients would not have said that Achilles was cruel, would not have blamed Zeus for his absurdity and Jesus' ruthlessness, and would not have condemned the slaughter and plundering of foreign city-states by princely generals during their conquests...... And in the 'old era-late mechanical age', people will still forgive and even support the existence of 'vigilantes'. ”

"Depending on the degree of development of human civilization, everything is changing. Moshi added.

"In that case, why do you still feel guilty about what happened before?" said the young man.

...... Oh, yes.

Indeed it is.

So, if you are already in the dark Middle Ages, why do you need to stick to your own set of values and morals?

In Mo Shi's memory, the strange young man with blue highlights used to look at him seriously, his expression containing tenderness and some other complicated feelings: "You are too adamant about what you think is right, whether it is your opinion or magic - Mo Shi, this is your strength and disadvantage. ”

Bluebird......